own my cheeks.

'Arcoll is here,' said the voice; 'he is holding your hands, Davie.
Quiet, lad, quiet. Your troubles are all over now.'

I made a great effort, found the eyes to which the voice belonged, and
spoke to them.

'Listen. I stole the collar of Prester John at Dupree's Drift. I was
caught in the Berg and taken to the kraal--I forget its name--but I had
hid the rubies.'

'Yes,' the voice said, 'you hid the rubies,--and then?'

'Inkulu wanted them back, so I made a deal with him. I took him to
Machudi's and gave him the collar, and then he fired at me and I
climbed and climbed ... I climbed on a horse,' I concluded childishly.

I heard the voice say 'Yes?' again inquiringly, but my mind ran off at
a tangent.

'Beyers took guns up into the Wolkberg,' I cried shrilly. 'Why the
devil don't you do the same? You have the whole Kaffir army in a trap.'

I saw a smiling face before me.

'Good lad. Colles told me you weren't wanting in intelligence. What if
we have done that very thing, Davie?'

But I was not listening. I was trying to remember the thing I most
wanted to say, and that was not about Beyers and his guns. Those were
nightmare minutes. A speaker who has lost the thread of his discourse,
a soldier who with a bayonet at his throat has forgotten the
password--I felt like them, and worse. And to crown all I felt my
faintness coming back, and my head dropping with heaviness. I was in a
torment of impotence.

Arcoll, still holding my hands, brought his face close to mine, so that
his clear eyes mastered and constrained me.

'Look at me, Davie,' I heard him say. 'You have something to tell me,
and it is very important. It is about Laputa, isn't it? Think, man.
You took him to Machudi's and gave him the collar. He has gone back
with it to Inanda's Kraal. Very well, my guns will hold him there.'

I shook my head. 'You can't. You may split the army, but you can't
hold Laputa. He will be over the Olifants before you fire a shot.' 'We
will hunt him down before he crosses. And if not, we will catch him at
the railway.'

'For God's sake, hurry then,' I cried. 'In an hour he will be over it
and back in the kraal.'

'But the river is a long way.'

'River?' I repeated hazily. 'What river? The Letaba is not the place.
It is the road I mean.'

Arcoll's hands closed firmly on my wrists.

'You left Laputa at Machudi's and rode here without stopping. That
would take you an hour. Had L